*Tallon*
Via dei Fagioli, or as it would be called in America, Bean Street. Tucked away in a quiet corner of the city where the artisans had taken over, it was the last place I expected Natalia to be.
But there she was.
She was unmistakable as I spied her through the glass windows of the storefront, the tiny coffee shop too small to actually hide in, drinking something out of a classic white mug, happily in her own little world like she didn’t have a care.
Like she hadn’t been driving me nuts for the past week.
My heart skipped a beat just watching her through the glass, my eyes tracing over her like I couldn’t get enough, memorizing every inch of her. Who knew if this would go well? Who knew if I’d ever see her again after today?
She’d ghosted me long enough. It was time to get answers.
